People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do 歌词

歌曲	People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do
歌手	Astronautalis
专辑	You and Yer Good Ideas
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Astronautalis
	I like living, it's easy
	Moves like a gift in a weather that's breezy
	Blew by my lips
	Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss
	I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits
	Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders
	Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water
	It's all right if you never show
	Just the idea that you might's enough to keep my head afloat
	I guess its all to common for people my height
	Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights
	Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest
	Handwritten messages always seem to say it best
	But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke
	Addressed in Sunday's best with a stamp on the front
	Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks
	I can't seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause
	I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards,
	Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers
	It's inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts
	Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught
	I guess I was just scared it'd come out wrong,
	So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song.
	I guess, I'm still really scared,
	And that's the way it goes with being unprepared.
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night's all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night's all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night's all through
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs
	I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits
	Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions
	Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses
	New q-tips night-standing, digging pennies out of couches
	I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks
	But this ain't no doctor's note and I ain't no blank canvas
	It's just the way the pen is, I'm good at what I do
	From failing to falling in and out of touch with you
	I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America
	And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing
	You've always been fantastic, I've been foolish and sub-par
	I hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you're hearing this song in a bar
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night's all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night's all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night's all through
	I wanna write good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	(good songs)
	I wanna write good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	Good songs
	Good songs
	Good songs

	zuo qu : Astronautalis
	I like living, it' s easy
	Moves like a gift in a weather that' s breezy
	Blew by my lips
	Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss
	I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits
	Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders
	Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water
	It' s all right if you never show
	Just the idea that you might' s enough to keep my head afloat
	I guess its all to common for people my height
	Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights
	Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest
	Handwritten messages always seem to say it best
	But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke
	Addressed in Sunday' s best with a stamp on the front
	Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks
	I can' t seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause
	I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards,
	Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers
	It' s inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts
	Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught
	I guess I was just scared it' d come out wrong,
	So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song.
	I guess, I' m still really scared,
	And that' s the way it goes with being unprepared.
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs
	I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits
	Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions
	Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses
	New qtips nightstanding, digging pennies out of couches
	I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks
	But this ain' t no doctor' s note and I ain' t no blank canvas
	It' s just the way the pen is, I' m good at what I do
	From failing to falling in and out of touch with you
	I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America
	And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing
	You' ve always been fantastic, I' ve been foolish and subpar
	I hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	Good songs
	Good songs
	Good songs

	zuò qǔ : Astronautalis
	I like living, it' s easy
	Moves like a gift in a weather that' s breezy
	Blew by my lips
	Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss
	I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits
	Walk to the ocean and wait for your orders
	Sit up all night, watch the blue lights flick on the water
	It' s all right if you never show
	Just the idea that you might' s enough to keep my head afloat
	I guess its all to common for people my height
	Walk around, head in the clouds, ducking under streetlights
	Hate the phone, the fax, the emails and the rest
	Handwritten messages always seem to say it best
	But once the pencil hits the paper and the pigs in the poke
	Addressed in Sunday' s best with a stamp on the front
	Teady to drop inside the box and take flight with the storks
	I can' t seem to placate dreams and commit to the cause
	I got a box of old letters, a brain filled with buzzards,
	Ready to swoop down and pick apart my pain from my druthers
	It' s inane and it hovers, at the back of your thoughts
	Like poppin' pills dry inside the throat that get caught
	I guess I was just scared it' d come out wrong,
	So instead of sending those letters I wrote you this terrible song.
	I guess, I' m still really scared,
	And that' s the way it goes with being unprepared.
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs that
	I wanna write good songs
	I know I should have called you I know its six to seven digits
	Misdirected by reflections and flickering televisions
	Sometimes I like to steal odds and ends from peoples houses
	New qtips nightstanding, digging pennies out of couches
	I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks
	But this ain' t no doctor' s note and I ain' t no blank canvas
	It' s just the way the pen is, I' m good at what I do
	From failing to falling in and out of touch with you
	I wanna shake hands with the world and make mix tapes for America
	And find the time to tell you the things I normally find embarrassing
	You' ve always been fantastic, I' ve been foolish and subpar
	I hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	Hope for your sake, you' re hearing this song in a bar
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs that we all sing along to
	When the lights go up and the night' s all through
	I wanna write good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	I wanna write good songs
	Good songs
	Good songs
	Good songs

People Often Tell Me I'm Good at What I Do 歌词

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